Silent Tears

I stepped out in to the night and the heavens opened. It was a waterfall of hopes and dream, each drop that fell was a tear for every dream that had died. Suddenly it stopped, silence fell and the sky cleared.

Looking up through the breaking clouds I saw the moon. Beautifully elegant and laminating the sky, it sits alone. If you listen you can hear it cry, its silent tears send shivers down my spine.

This pale moon also has a dream.

Can you see it too?